Waking Up


“GIFT”, 14″ x 4″ x 4″, ceramic, steel
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A friend emailed me yesterday saying he had not looked in on my blog for 4 months and fully expected to find it filled with grief but was surprised to find it was not.

And this morning I wake up and my first thought is: “I hate myself.”

I promised to tell the truth on this blog and here is some of it.

I chose this image for today because it represents me well on most days of late.

Teetering on the pinnacle she tries in ernest to remain upright.

She still has a modicum of grace to call on as she says a whispered prayer and listens maybe half-heartedly for an answer.

My ‘default’ seems to be shame.

It is a state I am most familiar with.

Historical issues ushered it in probably at birth,

Usually, I have a well-turned and solid, hefty rope as my ‘thread to God.’

But sometimes, in the mornings before my body becomes mine again, I can’t find that rope.

Thankfully, as I eat courage and gumption for breakfast, it makes itself known again.

And I reach out with the weakened musculature of a starving child,

And grab it…

I hold on for dear, dear life.

And every time it saves me.

Every time.

And the woman I remember and now love walks back into the room.

And we chat over tea.

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One Response to “Waking Up”

  1. gerry harty on October 20th, 2010

    Amen Cathy!!!…you are something else girlfriend…love,gerry

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